Like, what did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at beauty school, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret shops in Louis Vuitton. I have like over 300 facebook friend requests too. I am trained in male psychological warfare and I’m the top hairdresser in my entire salon. Like, you are nothing to me but just another cut and perm. I will style your hair with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth, you can totally mark my words. Like, you think you can get away with saying crap to me over the internet? Think again, little dick. Because like, as we speak I am contacting my secret network of feminist groups across the world and your Girlfriend mag subscription is being traced to you so like you better prepare for the junk mail, bitch. The storm that wipes out pathetic little thing you call your summer wardrobe. You’re like soooo fucking yesterday, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can style you over in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in make-up application, but I like have access to the entire arsenal of Maybeline mascara range and I will use it to its full extent to redesign your miserable look off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your stupid tongue you silly boi. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you foolish fool. I will spray hair product all over you and you will look glamorous in it. You’re fucking fabulous, kiddo.

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